Adorkable

Airplane Bottle Party.

www.twitter.com/nickorsini …I’m not going to sugar coat it. You should follow me. I’m healthy for your feed.

I blame the bridge over the quad…

for why I talked to you so much

that year I spent growing up.

Writing you letters in Sharpie

so parts of words were left

behind for me to re-read.

We all bleed through paper

into these little black pools

we swim through together.

I spent Friday night alone…

sorting through airplane bottles

and writing out your poems.

Someone picked me up by the door

and walked me home in the snow.

I found my bed all on my own.

The Boston Marathon is on

my broken tube television…

The names of the runners are gone.

I blame the bridge over the quad

for why I fell so hard in love…for

years yanked out from under the young.

comfortinthis asked: Your video this morning opened some sort of part in me that I've shut off for so long. And now, I can't stop reading (and watching) your stuff. You got a gift, sir.

I can only wish you extraordinarily good luck in all that you do …in the person you become …with the love you encounter and the people you’ll meet. Don’t shut good things off. Don’t hold bitterness or anger …just let them go. They are such transient things in the grand scheme of all the things you’ll feel :)

Gas Station Stars

In my town, there are wooden stars painted gold

hanging on a gas station fence for all the kids who

aren’t coming home. And the font betrays just how

serious the message…just a name and a visage…

a sight we can’t unsee. And this wish, just a tank

on empty, makes me drive miles away so I don’t

have to see those names that grew up with me.

In my town, we don’t go out on Sundays…not to

a church or a supermarket…just wide streets with

cars parked on them. A girl with a city’s taste in

music opens her window to drip out ethereal bits

of sonic nothing. Sometimes I hear her. Sometimes

I’m ears-deep in my tub, fake drowning.

We spent a year wrapping our heads around that

fire that brought down Terry’s drug store. We spent

a month cleaning everything up. No fire department.

Just us. And one morning, with our backs bent over

and hurting, we stood up straight again for a season.

Yesterday’s History. Tomorrow’s the Future. Tonight’s the Party.

I had this dream when I was a kid that my friends and I would own a movie theater. We’d play what we wanted, when we wanted, for people who wanted to see good movies with better people. We don’t own the theater, but tonight we made this dream a reality. Come watch Can’t Hardly Wait with everyone on the Read at the Show team, the podcasters from TellMeSomething.org, the artists from fearofbears.net …and some amazing people who just love the movie.

Screening is at 8pm (get there early) at the Clairidge Theater in Montclair, NJ. Tickets are $6. It will also be the first time i’ll have Bruce Willis with Hair, my poetry book, available for free. I’ll be selling shirts and books and all good things. I’ll also be taking donations for future screenings.

Come out tonight…enjoy it :)

8

You can tattoo a sideways 8 on your hand

but know you aren’t coming back up.

Then there’s the brown and the smoke…

the things that depress you in bathtubs…

drinking alone.

In my mind, I never left that night on the phone…

when she told me foreign mouths make her feel home.

I had to let her go. Goodbye. So long.

And if everything works out for me, I will never tire and

I will never expire and I will never watch

my friends destroy each other.

The future belongs to village idiots

inking stories about love on napkins.

The Dangers of Living.

www.twitter.com/nickorsini …hey so I have a bunch of new followers on this site…follow me on twitter too! that’d be awesome :)

Dear Ashley,

A rally that’s closer to a miracle holds a head full

of thoughts climbing thoughts to get to the top

of a heap comprised of concerns and faults.

I keep it together long enough to look at pictures

from her wedding, made available on the internet

for strangers and friends. He races boats for a living

while she teaches children and it’s the kind of

interesting that borders on safe. I am a danger. I am

a waste.

A rally in my body balances the symphony of all the

scores from every movie made every year since I was

born. Just another sense of self you get when you

take some steps on the ceiling of your apartment.

She teaches children reading and arithmetic.

I teach children how to sew hearts on their jackets.

“Maybe you should read this

packet if you haven’t already.”

Someone who doesn’t live here turns on Playstation.

A girl has her bed in my roommate’s walk-in closet.

Weak seal on the window lets water bead inside of it.

A man takes a Facebook wife with groomsmen on the

newsfeed giving a blue thumbs up to the fast life.

Nick Writes About Movies

Hi all,

So as you know, I’m a movie person. I like writing, but my first love will always be movies. I love sharing movies with people, lending them out …I’ve accumulated waaay too many DVDs (over 1000). So…that being said, my friend Dylan Wise won a free MoviePass for a year. Basically, if you go to moviepass.com, you can check it out …it’s like Netflix but for movies in theaters (kind of)

Part of the deal with him winning is that he had to maintain a blog of all the movies he saw. This blog is called The Projection List. He asked me to beef out this movie list with some feature articles. The result is a movie blog that is unlike anything out there. It’s not tame or normal. It’s very odd …with some very unique voices. I’m proud to be a contributing writer.

Check out The Projection List here: http://tellmesomething.org/pl

Here’s my article about why Blue Valentine is a new stoner classic:

http://tellmesomething.org/pl/blue-valentine-the-making-of-a-stoner-classic.html

Enjoy and spread the word!

Nick

portraitofaserialkiller asked: hey nick! first of all i wanna say i absolutely love your poetry - it really is beautiful and helps the day pass at work by scrolling through your tumblr and having a good old read :) so i wanna order your book and get it shipped to someone really special and i wanted to know if you could write a message inside the cover for me? :) i don't know how to end this without it sounding really formal haha um keep up the good writing, man! <3

of course!! if you order the book at www.twowrongsmakeavice.com …I’ll write something in it for you :) just send me a message on here and let me know a little about you and this special person …so I can kind of get an idea of what to write. That goes for everyone …order the book, tell me a story, I’ll write for you!

Out of Your Body/Looking at Yourself

This for all the people you wish you slept with …

and every chance you missed.

For the people in letters, in yearbooks, photos

and crossed out on lists.

For oceans that keep me being me and you being you

and for the land that connects us through.

We ride a train line to a distant station, in hopes of

familiar love and loving faces.

Sitting awake thinking about every life I could’ve lived,

if I had only been anyone different…

And for every door I closed, I left one unlocked and open…

in case my past followed on the wind.

When I checked over my shoulder, I knew I was alone again…

because things pass with pitiful indifference.

A few encouraging words I imagine spoken in a famous voice

tell me about a lease I can’t pay for

And a repossession that will be by force, not by choice…

A lover in a wallet…

Music making noise…

A shared winter bed…

Simple-smelling joy.